Post by immune360 on Mar 4, 2006 14:12:40 GMT -5
We can see, people walking by, while looking out through iron bars. We can see smiling faces walking down a path covered with black top. We hear snarling from behind us, and watch as the smiles turn into fear on the people’s faces. They stop and look directly at us, they point, and they tremble in fear. We turn to the right just a little and see hands gripping at the iron bars with great tension. We look past the big hands grasping the iron and look straight into the eyes of the animal, Immune. Not letting go of the bars, with the veins popping out of his forearms, he grits his teeth before speaking.
Immune: People are confusing, while they walk through the jungle. They like to walk along the fence and stare at the animals in the habitat, and point and laugh at the funny things we do. They like to set their standards far beyond us. They laugh and have a good time until one animal decides to attack. Then their happiness turns into fear and then into pain. Then they don’t seem to laugh as the animal is thrashing at their skin, ripping it like tissue paper. As the animal snarls they like to scream, and they like to try and fight the animal off of them, but in reality that never happens. The beast, or as some of you know it as, the animal, battles its way to victory no matter the odds.
The snarling gets louder for a minute. The people standing on the outside of the cage, with their mouths covered by their hands. They look on as Immune is describing to them nothing but the truth.
Immune: Now a lot of people teach their animals. “don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Well I don’t oblige by that rule. Why? Because usually the hand that feeds you, is the same hand that beats you. Why should I respect someone that likes to abuse me. Why should anyone of these animals within my habitat, treat you humans, like you are our masters, our source of living? In reality, the only way you help us survive, is if we eat your meat and bones, to hibernate for the winter.
The animal rolls his neck around, we hear popping noises from the bones cracking in his neck. He releases the iron bars and lays his arms down by his side and continues his snarling.
Immune: Now every once in a great while we get another animal that steppes into these bars, and thinking they are the top dog of our environment. Some of the animals within the habitat, place their tails between their legs and walk away. But the others, like myself, will make you earn your stripes behind these bars. You have to earn our respect, because if you don’t do that, then your life is a living hell throughout the rest of your life when your behind these bars.
The animal walks around the barred in area and leans down and picks up some grass and dirt. He places it in his hand and with his fingers, he gradually crumbles them between his fingertips. He watches as the dirt crashes against the ground. He then looks up at the shocked people and continues his snarling once again.
Immune: Inside this cage there are no parents, no teachers, no superiors, except for the ones that earned their spot at the top. Inside this cage you roam freely, and act upon anyone that has a problem. Well that is what I did to the new animal introduced to us, a couple of months ago. I hadn’t crossed his path, until the other night, when I heard him talking out of line. I finally realized who this Justin Tyger is. Another snot nosed punk who thinks they can scour around my parts, and feel they are top dog. Like I mentioned earlier, respect isn’t given, it is earned. This is another animal I refuse to place my tail between my legs and run away from. I stepped up and issues a challenge and he gladly accepted. Now we are going to bite and scratch each other until one of the beasts are unable to continue on. Then either Justin will be pounced on and murdered, or he is going to be given the respect he so obviously wants.
The animal walks back over toward the cage and pulls out a box, of cigarettes. He pulls one out and places it in his mouth. He pulls out a box of matches and pulls one out of the box. He ignites it on the rich soil, and lights the end of the cigarette. He takes in a big puff and blows the smoke out towards the people listening to his snarling. He continues…
Immune:. Tyger, you have to earn your stripes, by going through the biggest and baddest animal in this habitat. You are not only laying you body on the line, but you are also lying your life on the line as well. I am going to come at you full speed and charge like a bull. I am going to enjoy hearing the cracking of each and everyone of your bones cracking within my fingertips. You are on my soil, my land, my parts, and now I am going to send your ass packing with your tail between your legs. I can’t wait for our encounter within this habitat, to prove to you and the other animals, who the top dog is, within these bars.
The animal drops the cigarette, and uses the bottom of his foot to put it out. He jumps toward the people and latches onto the cage and snarls. The people jump back frightened, which sends the animal back into the jungle laughing. The people mosey along the path, speaking about what they just encountered with the animal.
Immune: People are confusing, while they walk through the jungle. They like to walk along the fence and stare at the animals in the habitat, and point and laugh at the funny things we do. They like to set their standards far beyond us. They laugh and have a good time until one animal decides to attack. Then their happiness turns into fear and then into pain. Then they don’t seem to laugh as the animal is thrashing at their skin, ripping it like tissue paper. As the animal snarls they like to scream, and they like to try and fight the animal off of them, but in reality that never happens. The beast, or as some of you know it as, the animal, battles its way to victory no matter the odds.
The snarling gets louder for a minute. The people standing on the outside of the cage, with their mouths covered by their hands. They look on as Immune is describing to them nothing but the truth.
Immune: Now a lot of people teach their animals. “don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Well I don’t oblige by that rule. Why? Because usually the hand that feeds you, is the same hand that beats you. Why should I respect someone that likes to abuse me. Why should anyone of these animals within my habitat, treat you humans, like you are our masters, our source of living? In reality, the only way you help us survive, is if we eat your meat and bones, to hibernate for the winter.
The animal rolls his neck around, we hear popping noises from the bones cracking in his neck. He releases the iron bars and lays his arms down by his side and continues his snarling.
Immune: Now every once in a great while we get another animal that steppes into these bars, and thinking they are the top dog of our environment. Some of the animals within the habitat, place their tails between their legs and walk away. But the others, like myself, will make you earn your stripes behind these bars. You have to earn our respect, because if you don’t do that, then your life is a living hell throughout the rest of your life when your behind these bars.
The animal walks around the barred in area and leans down and picks up some grass and dirt. He places it in his hand and with his fingers, he gradually crumbles them between his fingertips. He watches as the dirt crashes against the ground. He then looks up at the shocked people and continues his snarling once again.
Immune: Inside this cage there are no parents, no teachers, no superiors, except for the ones that earned their spot at the top. Inside this cage you roam freely, and act upon anyone that has a problem. Well that is what I did to the new animal introduced to us, a couple of months ago. I hadn’t crossed his path, until the other night, when I heard him talking out of line. I finally realized who this Justin Tyger is. Another snot nosed punk who thinks they can scour around my parts, and feel they are top dog. Like I mentioned earlier, respect isn’t given, it is earned. This is another animal I refuse to place my tail between my legs and run away from. I stepped up and issues a challenge and he gladly accepted. Now we are going to bite and scratch each other until one of the beasts are unable to continue on. Then either Justin will be pounced on and murdered, or he is going to be given the respect he so obviously wants.
The animal walks back over toward the cage and pulls out a box, of cigarettes. He pulls one out and places it in his mouth. He pulls out a box of matches and pulls one out of the box. He ignites it on the rich soil, and lights the end of the cigarette. He takes in a big puff and blows the smoke out towards the people listening to his snarling. He continues…
Immune:. Tyger, you have to earn your stripes, by going through the biggest and baddest animal in this habitat. You are not only laying you body on the line, but you are also lying your life on the line as well. I am going to come at you full speed and charge like a bull. I am going to enjoy hearing the cracking of each and everyone of your bones cracking within my fingertips. You are on my soil, my land, my parts, and now I am going to send your ass packing with your tail between your legs. I can’t wait for our encounter within this habitat, to prove to you and the other animals, who the top dog is, within these bars.
The animal drops the cigarette, and uses the bottom of his foot to put it out. He jumps toward the people and latches onto the cage and snarls. The people jump back frightened, which sends the animal back into the jungle laughing. The people mosey along the path, speaking about what they just encountered with the animal.
